Tekst piosenki
(Intro)
Yo I got a story for yall
About a young cat from do or die Bedstuy
He found rhyming as his closure
And that caused him exposure
Made it to big things
Brooklyn crook that made it in the books
And not as a statistic
Made a dream realistic
So here it goes
Young Hov
(heny)
Friend or foe
Doubt was reasonable
Jay was fissible, dropped in my lifetime
Now I sip this white wine
Been 25 years in the game
Never been changed, still spittin flames, get brain
From a thick dame, These new niggas can’t
Fucks with us
I stay the roc captain, so they fucks with me
Diamonds are Forever Kanye, fucked shit up
Then he dropped out of college, and he fucks with me but
Reasonable Doubts linger
And I’m still relevant, Sticking shit like a bee stinger
I’m not a youngin individual
40 somethin
Call me Hovey Hov but don’t say I’m Frontin
Beyonce hollered at me in that early Two thou
Jigga man, pimpin big, wit that Caddy two thou
Black republican sitting low and maui in the beach chairs
I’ll be killin verses, sittin pretty with them white hairs
(Interlude)
Born out of the dark nights, in Crown Heights
Left to the Long Islands in an early life
The poetics age, Queens bridge projects
Better believe in the art of the prophet
King of the practice and Stillmatic
Give it up, Nasty
(Louis)
Yo
I sip the Don P
Watching Gandhi till I’m charged
I’m on a pound of the sedative, it’s sending me off, into the
Whole where the rabbits at
Brooklyn the habitat
Where bullets take a nose dive like an acrobat
(Repeat)
Pardon my two dimensions
Never my main intentions
Nigga strive for attention
Attentive to the act of crooks intentions
No need to mention, all the empty burbs
Duce traes and birds
Talking, big game, with the 40 Glocks
Molly and tokin herbs
My nigga what’s the word
The youth is broken
By Tumblr niggas and Insta pictures
I guess I’m the chosen one, the closest to the mental focus
Focused up on how golden these frozen moments is hopeless
I’m opening this fucking mental to any busta that Sosa sends
Hopin you notice this Moses is going ferocious
I’m fully loaded, and openin, poppin like mollys with college bitches
I’m Stillmatic, remain Illmatic till I’m gone
Queens Bridge, God’s Son, Word Is Bond, Nas The Don
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